Course:LLED368 - Winds That Tread

Winds that Tread

The courtyard was filled with trampled leaves, mucky ashes embedded in the earth. The morning breeze lifted the scent of last night’s rain into the air – slightly frigid winds that tread over the fallen tree petals and the small, huddled figure sleeping on a stone bench. The figure was a barely perceptible lump under the frayed leather of a brown jacket, but small sneakered feet stuck out from under the hem. Shoes, once a lighthearted white, now stained with the knowledge of long walks across unstable glades.

-Kiran Heer